radio ocean 

my green volvo
has a mouth 
hungry for salt water--
pound wave on 
shoreline 
& driveway--

oh radio ocean--
oh chord rapant
rip-tide--
songs ambling
in each hallway 
of my body--

i keep fish hooks
in the glove box--
the hopes of snagging 
a voice like yours--

disentangle melody from
wave thicket & water--
smack tide rising
tide against my
bed room window--

how did the ocean
fill up with so much
song &
how did i witness
it?

here alone
in my green volvo 
waiting to wash up
on a beach--
have tourists 
inspect me like
a humpback whale--
dry-mouthed & clamoring
for a deeper & deeper
ocean

in case i wake up
as someone else
tomorrow
i wanted to tell
you: 
of all
this ocean of
sound
i think of your
voice like
a room 

a room 
i want to go
back to 
& draw the
blinds & lay on
the bed--
all encompassed--

considering
the ceiling-- i'll
saunter
polyphonic boned

i'll float--
pull clouds down
& make a raft--

i listened to
that song you
told me i might
like & i tried 
to like it all
on my own
but i couldn't
help but 
find you

guitar glint &
drum beating
back-door-- beating
from the inside
of my trunk

i close my eyes 
& hope to wake
up again 
in this body

in a radio ocean
where on occasion
your voice 
can be a room
i lay awake in